—Well, Sir, and how d’ye do, Sir? and (to BLENHEIM) how are you, and who are you?
SIR W. My dear, my dear, do think of your station! This is an old friend of mine—we were at college together. Captain Blenheim—Lady Evergreen.
MAR. (dropping a country curtsey) Hope you’re well, Sir—fine weather for the hay, and nothing can look better as yet than the taters.
SIR W. Hush, hush! don’t talk, my dear.
MAR. Then what did you bring him here for?
BLEN. I am delighted in being introduced to the wife of my old friend.
MAR. Well, I ain’t sorry to see you, if it comes to that, if only for a bit of a change, for my Billy here seldom lets anybody come a-visiting, and when I ask him why he don’t have a few friends now and then to kick up a bit of a bobbery——
SIR W. My dear!
MAR. I will talk! He says I’m too rough to mix up with his sort, and that he can’t bring ’em here or take me amongst them till I’m polished up; but I’m afraid I shall take so much polishing that I shall be worn out before I’m as bright as he wants me to be.
BLEN. I trust not, Madam.